dangling the carrot

I think we all know that I am not above bribing people to get them to do what I want. To coax all you lurkers out, (I know you are still out there, I even know where you live- well, generally). I offer you a little bribe that you will hopefully be unable to resist.

My good friend Wendy has started a business selling hats. Evidently, hats are the chic accessory these days. I'm not in my twenties anymore so I can't be expected to know what is hot in modern society, but I have friends. I have friends who keep up with trends and they fill me in. In this way, I am really in the loop and super hip.



Any lurker who is willing to reveal themselves by leaving a comment will be in the drawing for this darling little jockey cap donated by Wendy of Swanki Hats. I chose to give away the blue one because that is the one I liked the best. If you aren't so much of a blue gal, click on over to Swanki Hats and order it in another color.

Survivor man just bought me a knit cap for Christmas, but if he hadn't, I'd be ordering up one of these. I guess I could always have two caps, but I think I might feel a little ridiculous, you know, with the weather being 85 degrees and all.

Okay kids, comment away. I'll use my random number picker to select a winner on Friday.

P.S. Check out Swanki Hats list of shows. There will be a party in my area next Wednesday. If you live close, stop on by.

so

So, I have been thinking about a conversation I had with a friend a year ago. I do these sorts of things. Go over old conversations in my head thinking about what I should have said. It's just one of my many neurosis and I have learned to just roll with it.

Anyway, I had just started my blog and she was saying how she likes to read blogs, but she rarely comments. At the time, I readily agreed with her. Why should a person have to comment on every blog they read? What if you really don't have much to say on the topic? Why the pressure?

Damned needy bloggers! Get over yourselves! (I spit in the dirt for emphasis!)

However, I am finding that not unlike casserole recipes from the 70's, humble pie is a regular menu item that keeps cropping up around here. I've got the pudgy thighs and bitter aftertaste to prove it.

There have been times, over the last year, that I have poured my heart out into a blog post only to be meet with silence. It feels a little like I have told an offensive joke at one of my parent's dinner parties. Crickets chirp, throats are cleared.

I was fine until I added a sitemeter which educated me on just how many people don't have anything to say in response to my ramblings. It is really quite absurd how many of you keep returning to my spot here on the internet only to LURK.

So I'm calling you out. Olli olli oxen free!!!! Today is national de-lurking day. Really. They have a day for it. It seems I'm not the only chagrined blogger out there.

Especially you, Miss Finland! The lurking has got to stop.